I used to dream a lot when I was younger. By "younger" I mean when I was a teenager with raging hormones. I dreamed a lot about my fantasy boyfriends and what I would do to them. Dreams baby, dreams.
Once I became an adult and was able to make my dreams a realty I ceased to dream as much. Oh sure, I would have the occasional dream that I wouldn't remember when I woke up but I never had those sexual fantasy dreams anymore. In fact, these days it would be impossible for me to have a sexual fantasy dream, my hormones are done gone.
|Me and Mom 1941|
So when I read that my fellow blogger was dreaming I thought I would take a little trip to Dreamland myself. When I got in from work last night, I devoured TWO chocolate chunk cookies. Guaranteed dreams right? Well, I wasn't disappointed.
Here is what I dreamed. I dreamed that my 86 year old Mother got pregnant. Yes, this is the same Mother who died in September of 2010 at 86 years old. All I can remember about the dream is "how in the hell did she get pregnant?!" and "what are we going to do now because she was so old?" WHO IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THIS BABY?
Like all my dreams, when I wake up I'm in a sweat and exhausted. Man oh man, let me tell you I was really exhausted on this one. What in the world triggered this dream?
So I tried to analyze it when I woke up. Yes, I did remember this dream. Not all the details (we still didn't find out how she got pregnant, my father died in 2000 and that was the only man she was ever with).
This is the way I figure it: I think I'm in Groundhog Day. Yes folks, I think I'm about to DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN!
I'm not a religious person. If anything I believe in reincarnation in some form. Wouldn't it be a cruel twist of irony if I had to live my life all over again? Wow.
|Me and Mom 1942 after I popped out - I was a happy baby then (with a droopy diaper yet)|